Inside Sylvana’s womb, you learned that the warmth of Summer could be as wild and passionate as the cold of Winter: Growth that is ever-changing and always in motion, but also of the uncaring inferno that consumes the old and decayed in flames so new life can sprout out of the ashes. The Queen is a terrifying force of nature, yet the genuine compassion she swept you in whenever that influence became overwhelming revealed the truth of her kind soul. Umbra, a fretting mother if there ever was one, was also close at hand and hovering around her beloved’s stomach. Winter’s urge to control mingling with the worries of becoming a first-time parent.
Through the connection tying your souls together, your mothers spoke to you and kept you company. Within days. the men and women of the city had realized something was wrong and sent scouts. She shared the sight of captured armored figures and foresters transforming into nymphs or bestial protectors by Blossom and the worst offenders were taken to the Genius Loci. The other races feared the growth of the weald and accused them of murdering, when the only life taken was that of flora and fauna.
As the appointed day grew closer over the following week, everything else faded. You were became a more independent entity and separate from your mother. The harrowing minutes between Sylvana entering labor and your birth was done in complete darkness. Afterwards, awareness returned and was wholly yours this time. You could feel and see Umbra cradling and carrying you over to the Summer Queen so the two maternal women could share in the embrace. Flora and Fleur, Sylvana’s knights, sneaked a glance while they kept everyone else away together with Rain, who was the Unseelie’s sole champion. The twin summer nymphs tittered when they caught you reaching out with small baby fingers to claps your crying mothers’ hands.
You were a cute and adorable bundle of swirling light and though they held off for as long as they could, your mothers eventually and reluctantly placed you on the bed of roses so you had room to grow. The essence they both had shared was forged into something new. Opalescent and glittering butterfly wings sprouted from the cracking chrysalis of energy almost immediately after. And the radiant rainbow pinions took their first fluttering beats together with your heart.
The first limb coming out from the swelling cocoon was a plant-like and slender spring green stem woven with flowering tendrils that transitioned into golden tanned flesh near their upper joint clad in a faint pattern of iridescent scales. Like Rain, your veins were prominent and blue and spread like Blossom’s tattoos, but these were softer and the pouring water shifted their hue and tone as it flowed through your body. Your torso was primarily flesh and lightly scale. Not the statuesque idols of fertility your mothers were, only hints of it in the swell and curves and the large blossoming breasts that sat on your chest that might have emerged in the coming decades.
Although being an immortal and ageless fairy princess, there would be little maturing in any physical sense. As the Princess of Spring you had become the embodiment of a freshly blooming flower, the first trickle of snow melting into a pristine stream, and the dawn chorus of birds eager to find love and spread their wings. Reflecting those aspects, your visage had taken on that of a young woman shedding the adolescence of her later teens. Even the amorous gazes cast by your sky green and almond-shaped eyes on the gathered nymphs and feminine spirits possessed a faint but tangible air of innocence.
More vines and flowers cascaded past your tapered elfin ears. Slithering like serpents they created a choker around your neck, before they crept downwards in a body hugging tangles that formed into a formal gown. Your back and wings were open. On reaching your waist the tentacles billowed out into flowing halter dress.
You sighed and breathed in the fresh air of the forest. Around you the women were clapping. And while Flora and Fleur tried to be the first to congratulate their princess, they were tossed aside by your two mothers. This time, you could fully return their barreling embrace. “Mom and Mama, thank you. I can not wait to serve the forest again. But, you're choking me.”